Ello

Every time I get close to starting a new draft, fear consumes me. Fear of not writing worth shit, fear of screwing up the story, fear of not knowing how it will turn out, fear of writing, period. I know it'll be okay, I know I will produce good stuff—it has happened enough times by now for me to recognize the pattern—but I can't help it. Every time it's there, and every time it gloats, the fucking bastard, watching me squirm like a worm.